The Inner Child
Too soon the inner child can disappear
And wither in the shadow of all wars…
And blinded by atrocity
It seems to our crazed minds …
No more than this
Exists.
And yet…
Through music and the arts of life,
Fine pottery and woven threads…
The gesture of a word…a song
And countless other things…
We find…
The one who has some faith
In other beings
The one who trusts humanity …
Is free to come across the genius
that is found within
Release from this…create…
It is a bit like flying without wings.
KB
in Cafe Nero..10.15 am. Muswell Hill…26th Sept. 2014